You and Jeff. Shaaaaammee.Originally Posted by Pike
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You and Jeff. Shaaaaammee.O=)
Actually when I meant kid, I really mean a small little child. lol. I am a teacher.
No junk food! That's what the doc says!Did you eat her?
Opps!! lol.
Too late.
I hate it when I'm on the phone and an entire crowd of people is around me talking. It basically goes from *normal speech* to YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WE ARRRRRRE TAAAAAAAAAAAAAALKING AND LOUD AND MANY THINGS REQUIRE OUR DISCUSSION YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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People who openly shove religion into every conversation they can.
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Elevator doors that take five thousand years to open, and when you go to press the "please open" button, they finally open at the last second.
Yeah, you're probably right. I probably lost it a long time ago. I'll refrain from telling people how prime numbers feel. They're like some special class of make my skin crawl numbers even worse than just regular old odd ones. There are no words.Too late.
Hey, baby. Twenty three. *runs*
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The best number.
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My mom's friends. My cousin. Some other chicks I knew.
I look straight into the sun and spout a random time.
I sometimes chew with my mouth open, though I try not to. I'm sorry if I chew loudly, but I like crunchy things.
My statement stands.
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
Lately I have been finding that this has been pissing me off whenever I use Google.
THIS. When I'm searching and I finish browsing a page and go back to Google using the browser's back button, the search menu is down with search options of what I might be interested in. This is so annoying and wish it only does this while I'm typing, not when I return back to Google's search page from a page I was just on!
Apparently, I have been declared banished.
Slines.
Especially slines who try to bully me into breaking the law. Don't they know they're fighting the Queen?
Oh, how I wish incitement was illegal here in Canada the way it is in the UK.
This along with the contacts falling out of place or ripping while in your eye.
People who say "would of/could of/should of" instead of "would have/could have/should have".
Use Bing!
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
Noisy eaters
My housemate when she will leave a dirty frying pan just sat on the hob for a few days before she'll clean it.
My housemate when she drags her feet across the floor instead of stepping NORMALLY.
My housemate when she forces laughter at things that aren't even remotely funny.
My housemate's existence.
I really hate it when people pick at their scabs. What the smurf, people, just let your body HEAL. It's not a pimple, it's your body trying to cover up its INSIDES.
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